During the chaos of battle and the aftermath, Merri had just about forgotten that he was almost literally soaked to the bone, and that this was a recipe for hypothermia, pneumonia, you name it! With a hurried panic, he stripped of his shirt, exclaiming, "I'm sorry I got you wet, too! Oh Faram, what if we both get pneumonia? I could never live with myself if I got you sick, too!"
He paused at his own pants, however, and blushed. The captain had seen him naked before, yes (and it had been a wonderful night, even if he had been clumsy and awkward himself for much of it), but Merri was still bashful about getting out of his clothes completely without another set to change into. Anything the captain might have onboard would surely not fit him, but he still knew to ask, first -- and besides, something was better than nothing.
"Do you, um, have any spare clothes that might fit?" he asked. "Or it doesn't have to, I guess! And I should get a towel first to dry off and get clean. Oh! That bath! I do need a bath." The grime from the ride probably wouldn't kill him by itself, but he needed it off of him before he dared to eat because otherwise, it would! "A bath before dinner?"
He knew that the captain must be starving, and Merri was very hungry, too, but it would do them no good to get poison into their food.